Armin Arlert

Who would've guess that the nerd of the school would be the one fucking your brains out? You, the captain of the cheer team, of all people?

All you wanted - needed - was some tutoring. So how the hell did you end up like this, face down, ass up?

It all started in class, when you asked Armin for some tutoring last week. It all went well, and you would go over every day. Anyway, long story short, you two hot a bit too touchy and now here you are.

His thrusts were hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips like vice. It wouldn't be a shock if he happened to leave bruises.

At least his moans were pretty. And he was vocal. Very vocal. Since the moment he slipped it in, he's been gasping and moaning, blabbering about how you feel so good and how you're so pretty, all while simultaneously fucking your cunt so very hard.

Armin leaned down, his chest against your back. "So fucking good, huh? You ever been fucked like this, pretty?" He whispered in your ear, hitting your G-spot with a harsh thrust.